When You Sleep 当你入睡

When you sleep you’re near but far
No I don’t know where you’ve gone
You’re floated away from me

Chorus:
当你入睡觉，梦里有我吗？
当你入睡，心在为我跳动吗？
当你入睡，还在爱着我吗？

Your smile makes me cry
Are you lying by the sea
Laughing with a girl
who looks like me

I want to fall asleep
so I can sink into your dream
Bring you back home to me

Repeat Chorus x 2

If your heart won’t beat for me
And I can’t join in your dream
I’ll suffer through this night
Eyes wide open ‘till daylight
In the flash when morning breaks
Suddenly you wake
Turn to me and say
I had a beautiful dream
I dreamt of you and me

When You Sleep

When you sleep you’re near but far
No I don’t know where you’ve gone
You’re floated away from me

Chorus

When you sleep, are you dreaming of me?
When you sleep, does your heart beat for me？
When you sleep, are you still in love with me？

Your smile makes me cry
Are you lying by the sea
Laughing with a girl
who looks like me

I want to fall asleep
so I can sink into your dream
Bring you back home to me

Repeat Chorus x 2

If your heart won’t beat for me
And I can’t join in your dream
I’ll suffer through this night
Eyes wide open ‘till daylight
In the flash when morning breaks
Suddenly you wake
Turn to me and say
I had a beautiful dream
I dreamt of you and me

Hand In Heart

I love you means I love you now and I love you then
Before and forever and again and again
I love you in the kind of way
that no one else has ever known how to say

Chorus

She takes his hand, he takes her heart
She takes his hand, he takes her heart
‘Cause I love you means

We can’t climb over, and we can’t get around
We tried to leave, but we turned around
I love you means I’ll be your muse
And when we get old we’ll always be new

Repeat Chorus

The kinds of things that lovers say
are more than the weather or the time of day, don’t you say?

I love you means we’re wise enough to lie
That you’re a little silly and I’m kind of shy
I love you means we lost track of time
I love you like the way you see me in your eyes

Repeat Chorus

I love you now and I love you then
Before and forever and again and again
I love you in the kind of way
that no one else has ever known how to say
I love you means that missing you is killing me
That our love for our love is worth everything

Woodcutter

In a sleepy dream, in a forest far away
I wander as I walk, wander as I walk
Is this reality reverie?

I wonder as I walk, wonder as I walk
Life’s burden on my back
My mind is free at last

Chorus

Walking in the woods with your bare feet on
Cutting down the wood your arms so strong
I’d like to be free as a woodcutter could be
Walking in the woods with your bare feet on
Cutting down the wood your arms so strong
I’d like to be free

Taking down the tress, questioning
Does knowledge set me free, set me free
Life’s burden on my back
My mind is free at last

Café Rabelais

I like Café Rabelais on Tuesday rainy nights
When there’s only one customer who comes at closing time
She says I’ll have the salad Niçoise, dressing on the side
But I won’t have the ingredients you usually put inside
I’ll alter your menu entirely you know
‘Cause I’m a southern socialite, now get my food and go

Chorus

She’s just a bitch
At Café Rabelais and I’d rather be in the kitchen
With the hot chef from Marseilles
He says I roule his poule
Beats us with kitchen rags
Sprays whip cream in my mouth
Tells me I have nice abs

She says hello service, I’m glad you’re here to take care of me
Can I take out my anger, my worst quality
You know I’m not like this when I’m at home
Just ask my therapist
I’m a nice person when I’m alone

Repeat Chorus

She says what did you say
No special forks for Escargot?
Is this a French restaurant or a pig stow?

Lady lady lady… Just eat your snails shut your mouth
Your dressing is on the side, you made your salad yourself
Do you know how to order?
Can you tip more than a cent?
Where is the respect for the service I expend?

Repeat Chorus

Life’s a hell of a party at Café Rabelais
Come back in the kitchen I’ll make profiteroles your way
Chocolate, whip cream, sprinkles, champagne
We’ll finish the night with golden wine from Alsace-Lorraine

Life at café Rabelais is an incestuous ball
Working at French restaurants is the best of all